The sun sets
bottles are popped
smoke fills the room
as sober minds turns to mush from the devils potion
i try to keep my composure as
my heart beats hard enough for you to feel it durin our embrace
everything inside of me is telling me to grab you and head for the spiral staircase
but these blank faces and half empty cups dont miss a thing
the candles are being lite
a reminder that this event is in honor of my brother
but still i cant help but be selfish in wanting you to myself
my lips havent met yours in sometime
but i can feel them pressed against mine
or maybe the moscoato
im dizzy from your smell
legs weak from the iff
but now the cake is here, fresh is numb ,12 am crew ,blow the candles out
happy bday fresh ...... hopin her answer is yes!
